Idle days in summertime,
Amid the golden colour'd corn,
Two lovers pass'd together.
There were words they did not speak
give their thoughts expression;
Each knew the other's heart was full,
But neither made confession.
and then, alas!
Came cold and dreary weather;
No more the lovers passed their days
Amid the fields together.
had severed them apart,
And now they're brokenhearted;
Had they been wed in summertime,
They would not now be parted.